You are sitting in a waiting room, arms crossed because of the cold, trying to pass the time by counting the white tiles which are layed across the entire inside of the building and only occasionally interrupted by some abstract paintings.

Suddenly a raspy female voice interrupts the silence:
"12!"

That's your number.
You walk up to the reception and see a middle-aged brunette in front of a computer, holding a cigarette between her hands.
She is fairly attractive with prominent boobs and a large nose that still manages to look good in combination with her other features.

With a slight sigh of annoyance she says:
"Welcome to FemEuthanasia, may I have your number please?"

You hand her your paper with "12" printed right in the middle, wondering about how badly her voice matches her appearance

"Thank you very much, may I know your name?"

You tell her your name.
She types something into her computer.

"You seem to have an appointment for...
(she squints her eyes)
...Euthanasia by Facesitting Suffocation, is that right?"

You say yes

"It also says you want to be used as a cushion and ignored by a woman watching TV, is that right?"

You nod

"May I see your I.D. card please?"

You show it to her and she takes a quick look at it.

"Thank you very much. Follow me please!"

She gets up and leads you through a long corridor with white metal doors on either side, her butt slightly wiggling with every step she takes in front of you.

Suddenly she stops at a door with the number "4" written on it in bold red letters.
She knocks and as there is no response, she opens the door and leads you in.
It is a surprisingly small room, with only a TV, a single window and a couch that contains a face sized cut-out hole in the middle.

You quickly figure out what it's for as the nurse opens the couch by pulling at a hidden handle and revealing a type of metal box inside of it, with a few straps and ropes hanging out inside of it.

"Would you please be as kind, as to get into the box?"

You walk over and get into the box, pulling your knees to your chest in order to fit in.

"I will now fixate you, is that alright?"

You don't respond but she already gets to work, tightly binding two straps to both your feet and your tighs.

As she starts fixating your arms aswell you feel her breasts slightly touching your cheeks occasionally but you decide to keep silent about it and enjoy the sensation.

After finishing fixating each of your limps very firmly, she grabs a wide scarf-like rope, and very tightly ties it around your entire body, making your knees uncomfortably press against your chest. You let out a groan of discomfort but she is too busy to notice or care.

Following this you feel her stuff little pillow type objects into every single space that remains in the metal box, filling it completely and making it impossible for you to move anything except for your head, which is still free.

"Could you please try to move a little bit?"

You attempt to wiggle around a little but it feels impossible. It's like you've been placed inside of a block of cement.

She nods and gets on with the final step of the procedure.

"Would you please put your head backwards so your head faces the ceiling?"

You obey and just as you have placed it back, you already hear her folding the couch back together, the cut out hole ending up directly over your face and holding your head in place.

The sound of her keys locking in this strange smother couch, make it clear to you that there's no escape from now on.

You try to see wether you can move any muscle but the many little pillow-thingys hold you in place tightly, making any attempts at movement completely futile.

From the outside it must look very funny.

Like a regular couch but with a face peeping out in the middle, ready to be sat on by anyone who pleases.

"We ordered an escort to do the job but it seems she's being late. We'll wait 5 more minutes, and if she still doesn't arrive, you'll have to be content with me doing it to you.

I know I might not fully meet your wishes but you'll understand that we have several patients, and we can't keep them waiting forever."

She sits down on the couch, her white nurse pants only an inch from your face. Her perfume smells very nice, something inbetween roses and strawberries.

You sit there and wait, just taking in her female scent as she suddenly says after about 5 minutes.

"Well it seems she isn't going to come. I'm sorry but that means I will have to do the job. Any last words? "

You try to shake your head but since you realize you can't move your head at all you just say no

With a sigh she puts her hand on the side of your head and levers herself above your face, her round and above average sized butt looming above your face, threatening to drop down and cut off your air at any moment.

She lowers her butt slowly until it just ever so slightly touches your nose.

"Deep breath!"

You follow her orders and are surprised to learn that it doesn't smell as bad as you would have thought... Either way, you don't have much time to ponder about it since, as soon as you have breathed in she violently drops down, her butt slightly wiggling from the impact.

The first thing you feel is just the immense weight of her entire body pressing down on your face. Like an entire washing mashine being balanced on a single football on top of your face.

You can literally feel your facial features being distorted by her ass pressing down onto your face.

The next thing you notice is just the warmth her butt radiates.

You think about how this must be the reason seats get so warm when you sit on them for a while, and you can already feel your face warming up aswell.

All that is quickly put aside though as you eventually realize:
You can't breathe

It's not like you didn't know it would happen, in fact you specifically asked for it, but yet it still feels kinda scary knowing that she would never let you breathe in again.

As you try to come to the terms with the thought of dying under a woman's ass, you hear her turn on the TV and turn on some Netflix show.

At this point you start feeling the first effects of oxygen deprivation.

As your face heats up and starts sweating, you involuntarily try to move your face to the side but to no avail.

You are locked in and there is no escape now.

Not only do you not manage to get any air, the nurse doesn't even notice the fact that you are trying to get any air at all and just continues watching her show without any regard for you.

At this point, it must be like 1 and a half minutes in, you start feeling the first signs of panic as you get dizzy from all the heat and merciless weight of her female body, combined with the complete lack of oxygen you experience.

You always thought dying under a woman's ass must be the ultimate dream of any man but it turned out it isn't like that at all.

It is just terrifying.

At this point you genuinely start the panic and try wiggling around just to get her attention but she doesn't seem to notice and even if she does, she just doesn't care.

I mean it's you who asked for all of this so why should she bother about you suddenly changing your mind and everything?

No, you are already under her ass and you will suffocate under her ass now.

There's no way out of this, no matter how much you would like it.

Your heart starts beating faster as you still don't manage to move any muscle around, instead being entombed alive by her ass and just having to accept your death.

You start feeling lightheaded as suddenly you feel some movement on top of you!

Is she going to get off?

Am I not going to die in the end?

You feel her shift around slightly before settling back down again.

No.

She just shifted around to make herself more comfortable.

You feel your heart drop and you start to properly panic at this point, trying to tear your face to the side at any cost but to no avail...

You start losing your concsioussnes as your lungs seize in a desperate attempt to get some air but all you are met with are walls of flesh from her ass blocking your nostrils.

She let's out a small laugh. Your desperate attempt at breathing must have tickled her or something, but it doesn't matter anymore.

You pass out, and never wake up again...